The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic crystal formations pierce through the floor of a vast, still ocean like shards of glass. The water pressure feels immense, but the air pockets trapped inside the crystals seem to be maintaining some sort of stable microclimate... with an unmistakable scent of jasmine tea wafting out. A sickle moon hangs in the darkness above, its phase unchanging despite the passage of time. Umm, schools of what looks like iridescent circuit boards are swimming alongside anglerfish, their ethereal lights reflecting off the crystalline structures.